Some people have to slew
through a sewer of shit
to get to heaven
Others make heaven here on earth
by putting others first
which can feel like
the same shit
But to the Source of Light, Law,
the Mysteries
that means you loved the Giver
above the Gifts
and you know the gifts can be
disguised as the
antithesis of your
soul's destiny
One person's silent misery
a sacrifice for the wheel
of the divine reflection
When the road shows
the only reason for it to wind
is so you can not see ahead to find
an off-ramp fit
It seems like it will never end
You get reminders all the time
The Giver is also the Friend
who always keeps along by
your side
Am I this crazy in love with you Lord?
To equate both my road to redemption,
that detention
and my Twin Soul reunion
as Your precious gifts
Tell me Master
what am I to do?
I will treat them both as the magic
that they are
Waiting with baited breath
and catching every clue
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